20 steps from my door

Cousin Ray came to offer condolences for the passing of Freya Marcela Rodstrom, mother of my husband Dave my sister in law Laura, here from Ontario. We spent the day trying to follow family lineage, decipher old letters and remember stories of youth. Washed a couple of the vehicle while we had coffee and breakfast together.  Freya was the most kind and generous soul, regardless of what the world tossed her way.
Missed.

20 steps from my door

Robin, first bird I hear in the mornings, about 3:40 these days. It seems I wait for them to start waking up and calling out to see who else made it through the night. First one chip far away then someone a little closer and soon a jungle chorus is playing outside my door. Everyone survived the dark, the predators the weather.

Time to get busy, survival for the next 16 hours is all about collecting bounty from the earth. No break, no vacation.

I admire them, their deep song and dance and thought I would capture robin with her head tilted ever so slightly, listening for breakfast to shout I'm here! When she found the pink little protein, I felt I had to paint this scene instead.

I pulled my Plein air box out of the van, and set up the easle right there as robins got busy, i got busy. Really happy with the energy put into this painting. I've tweeked it a bit since the photo but it is still fresh and lively.
Terri